Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 50: 0 year chess game (on)

The other princes looked at Grand Duke Heisha with different expressions, and listened to Lecco's rejection of him, but they didn't mean to refute them. Lewen Novels

Rumba stared at the four in a daze.

No.

His fist was slowly squeezed.

"Why?" Rumba said with some difficulty.

Grand Duke Ronnie gave a cold smile and walked forward slowly.

"What did you say?"

"We will not shelter a traitor who betrays the Lord," the grand prince of Qiyuan City's eyes flashed: "Let's not go with him for the so-called benefit."

Rumba didn't say a word, but his eyes were scary.

"Even if the sword is added to the body," Grand Duke Ronnie said resolutely: "Even if the head falls."

"The Kingslayer."

Trudida rolled his eyes on one side, while Olesiu snorted coldly.

The Grand Duke of Rumba gritted his teeth, his chest rolling in inexplicable emotions that had been hidden for many years.

No.

"My behavior may be difficult for everyone to understand." He restrained his emotions and gritted his teeth.

"But that was a last resort," Rumba's eyes were cold: "Sooner or later, someone has to do it."

"I have no choice?"

Grand Duke Olesiu slowly shook his head: "A person who is forced to do so will not have so many follow-up plans."

Rumba threw off his cloak, her voice suddenly increased:

"Can't you see it?"

"Yes, Nunn's death caused Exter's situation to take a turn for the worse, and the balance was out of balance."

Every word of Duke Heisha seems to be filled with years of resentment and anger:

"But what I'm trying to do, isn't it based on us and rebalance this bad situation?"

"Even if it's for Exeter-why don't you understand!"

Boom!

The sound of palms hitting the square table.

All the princes turned their eyes to the upright and solemn Grand Duke Lecco.

I saw this bald old man who didn't usually participate in the discussion very much, standing tremblingly from his seat.

"The one who doesn't understand is you."

The old man’s voice was low and he seemed to be very distressed: "Your Excellency Charman Rumba."

Rumba looked at him blankly.

"We are not worried about territorial interests," Grand Duke Lecco exhaled, his eyes no longer dim, but sharp: "Not a reputation."

"It's not even the creed of the Northland, or some loyalty to Fengjun."

Grand Duke Ronnie snorted.

Rumba trembles slightly, staring at Lecco.

"It's you," Grand Duke Lecco's face was twisted, and his words resounded in the hall, words like iron, lines like forged: "Charman Rumba."

"rule breaker."

"The one who broke the statue."

"You are the one that worries us the most in this farce."

Rumba paused slightly, then his eyes widened.

Grand Duke Lecco leaned on the back of the chair, left his seat, walked step by step in front of Rumba, and looked at the other side's uncertain expression.

"The co-governance oath stipulates the relationship between us and the king. It is a sacred contract between the ten supreme powers on this land." The voice of the old man was quite long, as if reading a book. A classic that has been forgotten for many years: "The rules it left behind have maintained our stability and unity for more than 600 years."

Rumba turned his head and looked at the other three grand princes, but they all looked at him with cold eyes, silently looking at him, without meaning to speak.

The old man's words continue.

"It gives the king the supreme prestige and leadership position, but it also stipulates the boundary between the king and the princes, ‘I follow the king’s order, and I follow my land’."

Grand Duke Lecco said with sorrow: "It means more to the people of the North and Exeter than the dragon on the flag, and even better than the prestige of Nicaru, better than the Queen of the Sky. "

"It is the basis for Exeter's unified existence and not splitting."

"Whenever a vassal is trampled by the royal power and the right of autonomy is violated, the co-governance oath is his last shield."

"Every time a minister is disrespectful to the monarch, he has inexplicable ambitions, and the co-governance oath is also his biggest restriction."

"It is the flag of Exeter!"

Grand Duke Heisha looked at Lecco in a daze.

At that moment, Rumba felt that he was not facing an old prince.

It is a tradition and power that has lasted for more than 600 years and has a solid foundation.

"No matter how powerful King Nunn is, he can only consolidate his power under the co-governance oath," Grand Duke Lecco said more and more severely: "Instead of using violent and unrestricted means , Forcibly erase your disliked princes and vassals, territories and territories from history and maps!"

Grand Duke Lecco watched Rumba's expression and sighed long.

He lifted his hands, lowered his head, turned from Rumba, and began to pace.

"Yes, we, Exter, have faced collapse and destruction countless times."

“However, relying on the great princes’ willingness to abide by tacit understanding and upholding the rules, relying on the proud tradition of the Northland, relying on the wisdom and talents of countless people who love this land, relying on the co-governance oath to ten The Grand Duke treats him equally, relying on the awe and trust in the co-governance oath witnessed by Queen Krolessis," the old man slowly raised his head and looked at the dragon spear stone sculpture in the cloud above his head:

"Every time, the powerful and proud Kingdom of Exeter has overcome the difficulties."

Grand Duke Lecco turned around abruptly, his bald head shining with a flash of fire, as if even the temperature in the hall had risen a little.

"Compared to the **** civil strife in the history of the stars, the fragile countries in the Long Kiss land that achieved compromise through compromise, the ridiculous and inefficient separation of powers in the kingdom of Ellenbia..."

"Compared with the city-state contradiction back and forth in the Kangmas Alliance, the Humbler Dynasty still can’t eliminate the haphazard under the stage to supervise the country under the Temple of the Sun..."

"Compared to the large but fleeting tribes with countless powers on the Kisery steppe, the Suye Dynasty has a different rule based on tradition and ethics..."

The elder who guarded the city took a deep breath and said in the most solemn, solemn, and solemn tone that he hadn't used for a long time:

"The Kingdom of Exeter after Nicaru, took ten middle-sized princes, ten prestigious ancient families, and nearly tens of millions of unruly and brave Northerners, The forces that once made the empire defeated in this land have been aggregated under the banner of the red dragon on the black background as never before, and continue to this day."

"Furthermore, after the demise of the empire and the end of the War of Ending, as the Xilu Xeon, he has always stood proudly in the North, conquering the neighbors and frightening the world."

"Even in the face of the command of the Empress Heilan, you can stand firm in the Continental War without being humble or overbearing."

The brazier in the hall burned more and more, and the shadows of several princes were reflected on the stone wall, shaking back and forth.

Like the other princes, Rumba listened to Lecco in silence without saying a word.

Grand Duke Lecco looked at him, first narrowed his eyes, and then sighed deeply.

"But you, Charman Rumba," the old man said quietly and clearly:

"You scare us."

Rumba's expression began to twist, his fists tightened.

"You have done something to the man sitting on the throne of co-lifting." Grand Duke Lecco said flatly.

"You broke these rules, shattered this foundation, and tore up this vow in your own heart," Grand Duke Lecco's face was pale and his tone was heavy, his fists clenched in his robe slowly tightened : "We have to make up for the cost of repairing it, but it is unimaginable."

"This is the essence of Nunn's death."

"This is'for Exter's future'."

The old man's voice fell softly.

Trudida on one side clapped.

"I'm not as good as the old man's eloquence," the grand prince of the rebuilding tower chuckled, "but that's probably what I meant--of course I want to carve up Longxiao City and gain new territory, but if it is because I can't sleep in the future The price is to be a neighbor with a guy who may go crazy at any time, so that my family and my descendants face the danger of imbalance in the country..."

Tludida spread his hands and said that he was finished.

"There is a reason why we should abide by the so-called Northland creed and honor," Grand Duke Ronnie looked at Rumba indifferently: "And you, do you think that is just a joke, just meaningless pedantic hypocrisy?"

Olesiu held his arms and slowly raised his head to look at Duke Heisha: "Is it clear?"

Rumba looked at Grand Duke Lecco in disbelief, and then at the other three princes.

"Yes, put all the charges on the stars, feed the restless fellows like us with profit, maintain the most false and superficial balance, and whitewash the peace-you can deceive the people as much as you can," Lecco said Nodded slowly, with a sad expression: "But you can't deceive yourself."

"You are no longer one of us, no longer a member of the co-governance oath," the bald prince said lightly:

"Your existence and your behavior are the greatest threat to Exter's stability."

"The Kingslayer, Charman Rumba."

Rumba lowered his head lightly, leaving his right hand trembling constantly.

Death silence.

The five grand princes stood face to face in the hall, their figures dazzling under the surrounding brazier.

It's just one of them, but it looks very lonely.

He stood alone in front of the fire, facing the other four people watching deadly eyes.

The right hand rested weakly on the old sword on his waist.

It seems that a century has passed.

Finally, Rumba's voice sounded faintly.

"Is this what you are afraid of?"

At this moment, his voice sounded exhausted, "Me?"

The four grand princes looked at him coldly.

It seems to be looking at a seriously injured person who has no hope of surviving on the battlefield.

"Huh." Rumba hummed softly.

He stepped forward, walked gently to the rectangular table, and glanced over the eleven seats above.

Rumba first glanced at the innermost theme with complicated eyes.

One second later, he sneered and reached out his hand to open a chair with his hand.

"Attention!"

Grand Duke Ronnie folded his arms and called Rumba unceremoniously.

He narrowed his eyes, and coldly warned: "The fourth right hand-that is the chair of the Cameron family."

Rumba's hand stopped in the air.

"Ten princes, everyone has a seat that has been fixed for six hundred years," the prince of Trudida deliberately turned his head: "Don't sit in the wrong position."

Rumba didn't move.

But the next second, his hand hit the chair without hesitation!

Boom!

With the sound that echoed throughout the hall, Rumba lifted the Cameron family chair without hesitation and drew it heavily in front of him.

Grand Duke Ronnie's face was cold.

But it's not over yet.

Rumba stretched out his hand again and dragged out the other chair beside him.

Under the bad eyes of the four princes, the black sand prince sat heavily on Cameron’s chair.

Then Rumba leaned back, raised his legs presumptuously, and put him on another chair.

In this lying position, he faced the four grand princes standing in the field impolitely and presumptuously.

The princes looked at him in disbelief.

"I wanted to do this a long time ago," Rumba leaned on the back of the chair, raised his leg, looked up at the four grand princes, and sneered:

"It feels good."

Ronnie clenched his fists, his eyes spit fire, and he was about to step forward, but Olesiu put his shoulders on his shoulders.

"Calm down, his soldiers are at the door..." Grand Duke Welland reminded his colleagues: "And Prime Minister Lisbane is coming soon."

Boom!

Rumba bluntly put his saber on the table.

"So..."

He reclined on the chair and snorted:

"Is this what you are proud of?"

"Co-governance oath?"

"Protect and maintain the great Exeter, right?"

The four grand princes just looked at him coldly, seeming to disdain to speak.

Rumba looked at them quietly.

One second.

Two seconds.

Rumba sneered and lowered his leg from the chair.

He puts his arms on the table and shook his palms.

But the princes still looked at him unkindly.

Rumba's gaze is focused on his saber, for a long time.

His eyes gradually drifted.

As if to see the distance.

"You still don't understand," Rumba's voice resounded again, but this time, his tone seemed to contain relief and sighs, "I don't understand what really threatens us."

"In your eyes, only Exeter is still strong and proud, the impression of dominating Westland."

"And this impression is still in the southern expedition of the Megatron Westland twelve years ago."

Grand Duke Lecco frowned.

"Your eyes," Lombard said indifferently: "I have never seen the distance from my own territory to Longxiao City."

"Your ears can only hear the yelling and whispering from your inner collar meeting to the king election meeting—oh, maybe there is the sound of the annual tax collector's purse."

"And in your head?"

"Become a nobleman, get a title...become heir, get qualifications...become a grand duke, gain power...become a king," Rumba shook his head disdainfully, and chuckled: "Control Exeter."

Just like the past six hundred years.

Rumba's expression darkened.

No matter how big the waves are, they are also submerged in this suffocating past.

Just listen to him sneer and say: "But you really think that things will come and go like this, and history will always repeat itself?"

Ronnie interrupted him coldly: "What do you want to say?"

But Rumba ignored him.

"The last time we fought with the Stars was twelve years ago-they called it the'Blood Year', ha, for them, we are also one of the people who brought the blood." /

Chaman Rumba is quiet and authentic.

As if talking to himself.

Trudida and Grand Duke Lecco exchanged glances and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

"What about the last big battle with the stars?" Rumba was still talking to himself, his eyes flashing with strange light.

No one answered.

So Rumba continued to shake his head and said to himself: "Yes, more than a hundred years ago, before and after the Fourth Continental War."

"For a long time I can only read from the history book."

Rumba closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

The Grand Duke Black Sand looked at Olesiu, this time, he finally stopped talking to himself.

"Rebion Olesiu," Rumba raised his eyebrows and raised his right hand to indicate to him, but the latter remained motionless: "Do you remember the captive?"

Grand Duke Olesiu frowned

"Captive?"

"Uh-huh." Rumba raised an index finger and tapped it in the air, seeming to be remembering.

"Twelve years ago, I just became the Archduke, and we captured Broken Dragon Fortress," his brows frowned. "After more than a month of spring, one hundred thousand Exeter fighters, singing the war hymns mightily Go south to the stars."

Following the memories of the Grand Duke of Lombard, several princes also lowered their heads, thinking of the past years of war.

"When we breached the cold fort," Lombard said flatly: "Because the scene was too chaotic—tens of thousands of people were looting in a mess—so we were left to count the profits and deal with the logistics."

"I found all the secretaries and officials that Heisha Ling can find, and all the literate secretaries and officials," Heisha snorted, as if disdainful: "You are the same."

Olesiu shrugged.

"They spent a day and night counting the captives, food, and seizures," Rumba exclaimed: "Then, then those idiots..."

Grand Duke Olesiu frowned, and accepted Lombard's words: "...They gave a wrong number and made a food transportation plan based on it."

Rumba snorted, mocking in his emotions.

"On the same day, the food and grass that should have been transported to Longxiao City went wrong: thousands of soldiers did not eat lunch during the siege of Glacier City, and the timing of the siege was delayed because they had to go to the surrounding area to collect food. "," Rumba shook his head, his eyes full of nostalgia: "Nun's reprimanding warrant came the next day, and he scolded us as usual, "Forget the war, won't you count it?" His original words. "

Grand Duke Olesiu sighed: "He always thought we were holding them back."

Rumba nodded.

"This is normal. After all, it is an unprecedented expedition. A hundred thousand people eat and drink Lazarus," Olesiu shrugged: "Half of the conscripts have to be transported, and they are on a strange land— —It’s hard not to make mistakes."

"Yes," Rumba's eyes scowled: "We fined a lot of people and killed a lot of people-the logistics was still a mess."

"Remember, at that time, a prisoner named Ullad, a lowly civilian living in the Northland, said that he had learned arithmetic and clerical work in the **** accounting school in the south, so he volunteered to help us. "

Olesiu did not speak.

He remembered.

Rumba sneered: "I remember, you were so angry at the time that you were going to behead this arrogant prisoner who boasted that we could handle a hundred thousand army."

Ole Xiu narrowed his eyes: "But you stopped me."

Rumba sighed.

His eyes are quite complicated.

"Yes," just listened to Rumba faintly said: "The captive-collect manpower from his peers: the star man who has learned arithmetic, the star man who knows how to read, the star man who understands the market: they hold pens and paper, It took a long time to get everything done, the numbers are accurate and organized."

"King Nunn's scolding warrant finally stopped coming."

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned impatiently: "Why do you say this?"

Rumba raised his head abruptly, his eyes sharp: "Because this is not accidental-did you feel nothing in the war twelve years ago?"

The expressions of several princes changed slightly.

"Remember, you guys—maybe Ronnie was too young to catch up. Lecco and Trudida were on the front line, beside Nunn." Rumba shook his head.

Grand Duke Ronnie narrowed his eyes.

Grand Duke Lecco did not speak, he just looked at Rumba in a daze.

"Later, although it took a lot more time and casualties than expected," The Duke Heisha exhaled a long breath, with fear in his eyes: "But our invincible army has finally gone all the way in the North. Stable, the war goes smoothly."

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"Until I met those baby soldiers from the south."

"Well," Grand Duke Trudida nodded, his face was extremely serious, and took the conversation: "Duke John's Star Legion."

Grand Duke Lecco and Grand Duke Olesiu moved slightly at the same time.

"No."

Grand Duke Rumba shook his head and denied: "The Star War God was already dead at that time."

Caution flashed in his eyes: "To be precise, what we are facing..."

"It's the Star Legion belonging to Sonia Sutherley."

No one speaks.

Until Grand Duke Lecco sighed and tremblingly said a special name:

"'Immortal Starlight'."